- TIME TO RING SOME CHANGES
This old house is a-tumbling down
The walls are gone but the roof is sound
The landlord's deaf, he can never be found
It's time to ring some changes
They'll arrest you, son, if you just stand still
They'll ask you to pose with your hand in the till
They'll ask you to die when you've written your will
It's time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
Oh you earn your money for your daily bread
But the bread's gone up, so you need more money
The money's gone down, better borrow instead
It's time to ring some changes
Now the politicians, they look so smug
They say "Tell the truth" then they give you a shrug
You might find the truth swept under the rug
It's time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
Now listen here to the self-made man
He says "Why can't you, if I can?
Can't you push buttons? Can't you make plans?"
Time to ring some changes
Oh I'm going to tear this mansion down
Get my feet back on the ground
Penny for penny and pound for pound
It's time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
Time to ring some changes, time to ring some changes
- MRS RITA
Oh kind Mrs Rita, I never will tell
The way that you keep us poor girls here in hell
And I never will sneak to the News Of The World
Oh kind Mrs Rita, sincere Mrs Rita
A friend to a stranger, a ma to a girl
With the chalking and cutting and stitching and such
We earn what we earn and it isn't too much
Enough to keep half a step higher than trash
Oh kind Mrs Rita, sincere Mrs Rita
So loose with the purse strings, so free with the cash
Some guardian angel take pity and sweep me away
Seems I work every hour God sends in a day
To line the pockets of Rita O'Connor
To line the pockets of Rita O'Connor
Oh you can't call it stealing, more helping yourself
If the odd pair of nylons should fall off the shelf
And fall into somebody's handbag, let's say
Oh kind Mrs Rita, sincere Mrs Rita
It sort of makes up for the pitiful pay
Oh kind Mrs Rita, sincere Mrs Rita
God keep and preserve you, we'll love you always
- OH I SWEAR
Oh I swear and I swear and I swear that my heart's not in it
I can deadpan as dead as I can, but my heart's not in it
What little of yours, what little of mine, and we're getting by
Like jailbirds locked in a cell, oh we go well together
Like a marriage arranged in hell, ah we go well together
Cruel poverty is the tie that binds, and we'll get by
Can't run in a dead-end street
Can't run in a dead-end street
No wings upon your feet
All your dreams are shackled to the ground
Can't run in a dead-end street
Can't run in a dead-end street
No wings upon your feet
And all your dreams are shackled to the ground
And it couldn't be love, and it couldn't be love
Oh it couldn't be love, oh it couldn't be love
What little of yours, what little of mine, and we'll get by